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Quotations for Easter
My heart sings with the robins in the rain.
For I remember it is Easter morn,
And life and love and peace are all new born,
And joy has triumphed over loss and pain.
~Alice Freeman Palmer (1855–1902), "On a Gloomy Easter"
It is the hour to rend thy chains,
The blossom-time of souls...
~Katharine Lee Bates (1859–1929), "A Song of Waking"
And He departed from our sight that we might return to our heart, and there find Him. For He departed, and behold, He is here. ~Saint Augustine
Awake, thou wintry earth,
Fling off thy sadness!
Fair vernal flowers, laugh forth
Your ancient gladness...
~T. Blackburne, "An Easter Hymn"
"Thirty days hath September,"
Every person can remember;
But to know when Easter comes
Puzzles even scholars some.
When March the twenty-first is past
Just watch the silvery moon,
And when you see it full and round,
Know Easter'll be here soon.
After the moon has reached its full,
Then Easter will be here,
On the very Sunday after,
In each and every year.
And if it hap on Sunday
The moon should reach its height,
The Sunday following this event
Will be the Easter bright.
~Boston Transcript, 1895
Good Friday, and again we are reminded to never lose hope — or at least give it the weekend. ~Robert Brault, rbrault.blogspot.com
Ah, Spring, we wait for you; for as the sap mounts the limbs of the tree so hope rises and we become bright again. ~Charles F. Raymond, "The Springtime," Just Be Glad, 1907
The return of springtime always brings with it naturally a revival of the sweetest hopes and deepest joys of human nature. The heart of man in springtime is naturally joyous; all nature rejoices around him, and he cannot but participate in the general anthem of thanksgiving, and unite his voice with the universal pæan of praise. ~W. J. Colville, 1886
'T was Easter Sunday. The full-blossomed trees
Filled all the air with fragrance and with joy.
The priests were singing and the organ sounded,
And then anon the great cathedral bell.
It was the elevation of the Host.
We both of us fell down upon our knees,
Under the orange boughs, and prayed together.
~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
On Easter Day the veil between time and eternity thins to gossamer. ~Douglas Horton, as quoted in Christian Herald, 1976
Richest raiment, many-hued,
Spring-enwoven now she throws,
Smiling, round her throbbing bosom,
And her face with gladness glows... ⁂
So she springs from dust and ashes,
With a glad victorious smile,
And the merry March winds echo
Down the budding green defile.
~J. J. Britton (1832–1913), "Easter"
We feel that a loftier spirit might be in all our human life, that there might be more nobility in humanity. Where shall it come from? Let every man and woman count himself immortal. Let him catch the revelation of Jesus in His resurrection. Let him say not merely, "Christ has risen," but "I shall rise. Not merely He underneath all death and change was unchangeable, but in me there is something that no stain of earth can tarnish and no stroke of the world can bruise. I, too, am part of God and have God's immortality in me." Then nobility must come. Until men's souls shall be full not merely of the knowledge, but of the genius and spirit of immortality, we shall be the ignoble things we are. Lift yourselves up
Celestial spirit that doth roll
The heart's sepulchral stone away,
Be this our resurrection day,
The singing Easter of the soul:
O Gentle Master of the Wise
Teach us to say, "I will arise."
~Richard Le Gallienne (1866–1947), "An Easter Hymn"
"Easter," all her birds are singing,
Easter, and the souls of men,
Lying long in strife and shadow,
Take the light of heaven again.
~J. J. Britton (1832–1913), "Easter"
O Death, where is thy victory over Love?
Thy worst, the cross of torture, crown of scorn,
Love took and made exceeding joy thereof,
Illimitable joy of Easter morn.
~Katharine Lee Bates (1859–1929)
There is not room for Death,
Nor atom that his might could render void:
Thou — THOU art Being and Breath,
And what THOU art may never be destroyed.
~Emily Brontë (1818–1848)
My soul's a belfry full of bells,
With warbling birds behind its bars!
I see the softly mirrored stars
That tremble in the glassy wells...
My soul is full of Archangéls,
And full of star-y pointing flight!
I hear the flail of Fates that smite
The hoarded grain with secret spells...
~Stuart Merrill (1863–1915), "Easter Song"
A toast once heard: "To my big sister, who never found her second Easter egg until I'd found my first." ~Robert Brault, rbrault.blogspot.com
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